Little Secrets
20:42 Nov 22 2005
Times Read: 574
Aram crept across the damp, backyard lawn to the window he had selected earlier that day. Casting a look over his shoulder, he could see his footprints left behind in the beads of dew deposited by the light fog that currently blanketed the entire city. He did not feel concern. The prints would be dried and gone long before anyone discovered someone had been here, and he had taken great care that no other identifying evidence of his presence would be left behind. Aram settled the ski cap securely on his head then gave each of his gloves a quick tug to reassure himself that he was ready.
Tense and ready to bolt should the unexpected occur, Aram reached out and gripped the edge of the window frame. The window slid soundlessly open under his guiding hand. Releasing a breath he did not realize he had been holding, he smiled and poked his head into the house to take a look around before hoisting himself inside.
The window led into a well-furnished den. Numerous bookshelves lined the walls, each stuffed tight with paperback and hardbound books covering a wide gamut of subject matters. A large desk with a computer and keyboard perched on its surface sat in shadows beside the open window, and two filing cabinets braced against the far wall completed the décor of the room. Loose books and papers covered almost every square inch of available surface area giving the den a cluttered but well-used appearance. At the moment however, except for Aram, the den was unoccupied. Aram had chosen to enter the home here specifically because he knew it would be empty, and if he made any noise clambering over the window sill or by disturbing a few papers as he dropped to the floor, it would be unlikely to alert the sleeping girl on the other side of the house. He had gone to a great deal of trouble to set this up, and he did not want his target waking prematurely and spoiling his fun.
Aram met Elizabeth three weeks ago while delivering water on his route. She was a new client so he had to deliver a cooler unit as well as the ordered water, and because the cooler could not simply be left on the porch, Beth had greeted him at the front door at an appointed time and invited him inside. From the moment he saw her, he knew. She had long, strikingly white-blond hair that flowed loosely around her soft round face and complimented her slightly feral green eyes. Her lips had a natural deep red coloring that required no cosmetic enhancement, and they curled slightly up at the corners giving her the appearance of being constantly amused at some little joke that nobody else could possibly understand. A snug t-shirt with no bra underneath over a pair of form-fitting white shorts completed the picture and advertised an athlete’s body that Aram immediately began to fantasize about. Wheeling the heavy cooler unit in on a dolly, Aram watched her firm ass twitch back and forth as she led him along the hallway to her den in the back of the house.
Over the past few weeks, Aram had begun watching her house. During the day he would drive his truck through her neighborhood as often as he dared without appearing too suspicious. In the evenings he spied on her activities from his personal vehicle parked across the street and a few door down from her home. From his observations he learned that Beth lived alone and although she had frequent visitors to the house during the day, they rarely stayed long, and never into the evening hours. She worked at home, spending most of her time in the cluttered den. Just before dark, she would stop work and go running for perhaps an hour (every day except Saturday for no apparent reason), eat dinner, then settle down to watch the TV or read before retiring to her bedroom on the west side of the house. All lights would be out by no later than 11:00 pm each night.
Beth never went out at night, despite the fact that most guys would probably have sold their mothers for the chance at an evening with her. Aram did not let that concern him too much. Maybe she had recently ended a lousy relationship and did not want a new one just yet. Or maybe she was a lesbian. Or frigid. Whatever the reason, the fact she stayed home just made it easier for Aram to pick a night without worrying she might not be around when he arrived. And if she was indeed frigid or gay, he was sure he could still convince her to come around to his way of thinking.
Aram stood in the den unmoving, letting his eyes adjust to the deeper darkness of the house. He waited until he was confident he could move without stumbling or bumping into anything that might alert Beth to an intruder creeping through her home. As his vision improved, he spied the quietly humming water cooler standing next to the paper-buried desk. He smiled and mentally thanked the job that had brought him to Beth’s front door.
“Twice a week. One bottle each delivery,” he whispered.
Although it was not required, during each delivery Aram had made to Beth’s home, she would meet him on the porch and invite him into the house to refill the cooler and retrieve the old bottle. And each time she had been dressed in some variation of the same outfit: t-shirt and shorts. Once, he had commented on the lack of variation to her wardrobe.
“Oh, this is all I ever wear,” she had said. “I don’t think I own anything except t-shirts and shorts. I don’t even have pajamas. I sleep in the nude.”
Beth had laughed off this last comment, but Aram carefully filed the information away.
Now, he stood ready to see for himself exactly what she did wear when she slept. Earlier in the afternoon, while replacing the water bottle in Beth’s cooler, the phone rang. The girl had stepped out of the room to answer the call and Aram decided the time to act had arrived. He slipped over to the window and released the locking mechanism, guaranteeing himself easy and silent access when he returned. Picking up the empty water bottle, he strolled out of the house whistling a nonsense tune. As he passed through the kitchen he waved at Beth where she stood chatting on the phone. She covered the mouthpiece briefly.
“See you later, Aram,” she said before returning to her conversation.
“Count on it, ” he muttered under his breath as he left.
Stalking through the dark hallway, Aram felt a tingling sensation building in the pit of his stomach and dropping lower into his groin. His cock began to harden in his pants in anticipation of the events about to unfold. Still, despite his growing excitement, he moved cautiously, scanning the hallway for any items that might trip him up or cause excessive amounts of noise.
He found her bedroom easily. Though he had never been inside the room, he knew the layout of her house almost as well as he knew his own. The door stood open, an invitation to anyone who might wish a taste of the delicacies inside. An invitation to Aram. The sounds of Beth’s steady, deep breathing reached his ears and he paused to listen to her sleep, savoring the moment of intimacy. Reaching down to the sheath in his boot, Aram drew the razor-edged hunting knife he carried concealed under the pants leg of his jeans. No more waiting.
Biting onto the knife blade and holding it between his teeth, he undressed, dropping his clothing in the doorway of the bedroom as he removed each article. Unfastening and dropping his pants, Aram took a moment to stroke his hand along his smooth-shaven pubic region. He had carefully shaved his entire body before leaving his house tonight. He had almost decided to shave his head, but he thought the sudden change in his appearance might generate more questions than he cared to answer, so he contented himself with a ski cap to cover his unruly brown locks. The condom he slipped onto his erect member was the final touch. There could be no evidence left behind to link him to Beth after tonight. No hair. No semen. Nothing.
Wearing only the ski cap and his gloves – and the small bit of latex – he drifted into Elizabeth’s room and up to her bed.
“Wakey, wakey. Time to get up, luv.”
The girl stirred but did not wake immediately. Rolling from her side onto her back, Beth took a few deep breaths before stretching and slowly opening her eyes. When the scene in front of her finally registered through her sleep shrouded mind, she sat bolt upright.
Aram stood by the bed, holding the wicked-looking knife where Beth could easily see it. “Don’t make any noise or I’ll have to kill you. I just want to have a little fun and then I’ll go. Nobody needs to get hurt if you just cooperate.” Of course, he had no intention of leaving her alive when he was finished, but there was no need for her to know that now.
Beth gasped and backed away from Aram until the headboard of her bed stopped her from moving further. Her blankets had bunched up under her feet during her short scramble and Aram noted appreciatively that she did indeed sleep nude. Beth’s eyes were wide and dilated, and her hands clenched spasmodically at her bed sheets, but she did not scream. She still seemed more confused than afraid; trying to grasp the fact that a naked man holding a knife was in her bedroom.
“Beth, you have got some great looking tits there, babe. I mean, they always looked good through the t-shirts, but there is just no comparison to seeing those bad boys out in the open air.” Aram sat on the bed beside the cowering girl. “By the way, if you scream or try to get away I will cut off your fucking head and flush it down the toilet. You can fight a little bit, though. That would be okay.” Slowly pulling the bed covers away from Beth’s legs and tossing them aside, he eyed the length of her body. Slim, tanned, and very sexy, just as he had hoped. “All the times I delivered water to you and you let me in your house, you never guessed the little secret I had planned for you, did you? Well, you know it, now.”
Aram cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Disappointment crossed his features, and, after a moment of inner struggle, he pulled of his gloves.
“Fuck it,” he said. “I want to be able to feel this.”
Tossing the gloves aside he held the knife up directly in front of Beth’s face. “I’m going to put this down for a bit, but I can still snap your neck if I have to, so don’t get any ideas.”
Aram rammed the tip of the knife into the bedside table and left the weapon standing upright in the wood. He grabbed Beth by the shoulders and forced her down flat along the bed, lowering himself on top of her. Feeling his cock brush against her smooth, firm thigh, he pushed against her, rubbing himself against her leg. The girl started to cry as he grabbed her breasts, squeezing hard and pressing his face against the yielding flesh. He licked and sucked, flicking his tongue along her pink, sensitive nipples until they stood up hard and aroused in his mouth. He loved the feel of her body almost as much as he enjoyed the sounds of her distress.
Running one hand down the soft curves of Beth’s stomach, Aram combed his fingers through the curly down of her pubic hair. To his surprise, her hips bucked up to meet his questing fingers as he pushed them further into the recesses between her legs. Her cunt was slick and wet where he touched her.
“You little whore,” he said, briefly pulling his mouth from her pale breast to look up at her face. Beth’s eyes were closed and her lips were pressed tight together, not in fear, but in anticipation. “You want me to fuck you. You want it bad.”
Aram repositioned his body over Beth and pushed her legs apart with his knees. Sliding between her spread thighs he held his face inches above hers, staring down at the delicate features twisted with desire. He felt her legs wrap around his hips pulling him against her and urging his swollen cock inside her. He complied and slammed hard against her, pushing up deep into her gushing sex.
“You bitch. You fucking cunt,” he shouted in her face as he pounded his hips against her with every bit of energy he had. “You just can’t get it hard enough, can you?”
Aram pushed his hands under her muscular buttocks, grasping the cheeks of her ass and pulling them viscously apart to allow deeper penetration. Beth smiled and locked her legs harder around his waist. Growing confused and slightly angry by her reactions, Aram tried to regain control. He was raping her for Christ’s sake, and she was acting like she had picked him up in a bar and brought him home for a hot fuck. He decided to remind her why he was here. Lowering his face to her lust-hardened nipples once more, he bared his teeth and bit down hard on the sensitive pink tip, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Expecting a cry of pain, the satisfied moan escaping Beth’s lips surprised him anew.
“Goddammit! What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled, trying to pull away from her.
Beth kept her legs locked around his hips and threw her arms over his back to hold him on top of her. Her strength was amazing as she grasped him firmly and continued to rock relentlessly against him.
Aram felt her thighs chaffing his legs where they rubbed against him. The sensation was almost like sandpaper against his skin and it began to hurt. Her once smooth stomach felt sharp and rough as it rasped against him, abrading his skin where she forced him against her over and over. Placing his hands on her shoulders he tried to push away, but where his hands touched, sharp scales cut into his palms and blood oozed from the injuries.
Beth dug her fingers into his back and Aram could feel dagger-like talons bury deep in his flesh. Muscle tore under the assault of her claws until the tips gouged and splintered the bones of his ribcage, grasping firmly and forever ending any thoughts of escaping her desires. The worst part, however, was the pain growing lower in Aram’s anatomy.
The walls of Beth’s cunt squeezed against his cock and he could feel thousands of needle sharp spines piercing his delicate flesh, pinning him helplessly inside of her.
“Don’t stop. I want you come inside me,” urged Beth, her eyes still tightly closed in the throws of passion.
To his horror, despite the pain and fear, Aram could feel the climax still building inside him. His muscles clenched and his balls pulled up against his body in preparation of releasing his seed as the thing that had been Beth continued to drag his trapped body against her. With a cry closer to despair than culmination, Aram came. His orgasm burned through him and into Beth, and as his member spasmed inside her she viciously pushed him away. His cock, pinned and trapped inside of her, ripped and tore free from his body.
Aram screamed.
Elizabeth threw him to his back and pounced on top of him. She stared into his face for a moment allowing him to see her eyes for the first time since he had awakened her. The pupils had grown and elongated into slits, and the surrounding sclera were blood red. She smiled, revealing pointed teeth like a hundred tiny daggers protruding from hard bony gums.
“I have a few little secrets of my own,” she hissed. “But you won’t be around to tell them.”
She lowered her head to his mutilated groin and chewed at the bleeding injury, sucking noisily and greedily at his life’s fluids. Weakness and fatigue stole through Aram’s body as she drank from him. He did not consider fighting back. He did not think he could have done it had he wanted to. At least the pain was gone, leaving only a warm drowsiness that quickly claimed his limbs and his mind. Blackness teased at the corners of his vision as he listened to her feed.
And then nothing.
Beth raised her head when the blood stopped flowing. Red ichor dripped from her chin. Stretching luxuriantly over Aram, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek leaving his face streaked with his own gore.
With a belly full of blood and a womb full of seed, she was happy. She curled up on the bloodstained bed next to Aram’s rapidly cooling body and slipped back into contented slumber, where she dreamed of blood, sex, and the children she would soon have.
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